Rose can I come down for a drink?
it's happened again

i've got a story I'm sure written poorly
i'll begin at the end
rose you must know
i couldn't find the words
that it takes to say stay
now she's gone away

rose can i come down to your garden?
i can only grow flowers
bring me your shovel there's a heart to be buried and a body as well

your letters have died
with a strand of your hair
in a breast pocket safe they keep talking

now wake up alone
my eyes to the floor
and i see where my night will
and weeping once more

rose can i come down to your rose bed to lay in your thorns?
no i am empty so much to be buried
i will not be born

rose you must know
i felt more than i said
now i've got all the words
and no one

now the hole has been dug
and im down on my knees
rainmakers mud
spring we bloom as one